What a fool believes

She's like the wind!

So, today is/was April the 1st. I was planning on posting about fooling choices I have made in my life, or at least one of them, but now I've got a headache and am not really up to blogging. Besides, I honestly can't remember which foolish choice I was going to talk about. (I have so many to choose from, you see.)

I was going through my old notebooks though, and found my journal (or one of) from the '92/'93 era. After skimming a few pages, all I can say is, "Yeeesh!" I was very angry at the time, and quite depressed. What is sad, though, is how obvious it is to me now (yay, hindsight!) that all I was truly looking for was attention and acceptance. Perhaps some understanding as well.

Which, you know, is probably true at anytime in one's life, and of just about everyone on the planet. So, way to go with the deep insight there, P@.

Anyway. I believe that one of the main reasons I'm no longer (quite) so bitter and pissed and going around with a chip on my shoulder is that I have Steph and the girls in my life. I've told Stephanie many times that she saved my life, and it's absolutely true. Not only did she save my life, but she helped make it one worth saving. I'm a very lucky man.